I mess up ALOT,
So let me tell you now:
Hold me
Hold me tight
No matter how much I
Push
Shove
Claw
Or tease
Don't let me go
I WILL regret pushing you away
So hold me tighter
And don't let go

Tell me I should do my best
But I need no help to clean this mess
All this pain I must confess
Its not in vain it fuels success
Each mental hill each spiritual test
Will train my being until death
You can shine so bright and free
Once you beat back darkness, hate and greed

Vague and curiosity strike the audience
Of the author of such a cryptic message
The writer has everything to say but doesn't choose to say it
You will stop and consider the message's possible true meaning
Like one needing "to cut off her dead ends" when one posts a picture
Of a haircut
Or one saying "she now knows how it feels"
And her reading it, she does.
But these cryptic messages bring out the creativity in all our hearts
How can we contort or twist those messages to get its true meaning
We wonder and consider and wonder that one says something so poetic, so beautiful
Yet poetry and a cryptic messages share something
Poetry breaks a heart of the reader and leaves them wondering how
A cryptic message does the same
Except the reader wonders and considers if it really is meant for them...
Or someone else
A cryptic message holds so much power
And the truth that the author refuses to share
A poem takes an idea and allows its roots to grow in an infinite way that creates a stir in the readers mind

So really, a poem is just like a cryptic message.